STORM
Whether through folly, mischief
or sheer want of care
I have thrown grit in the eye
of this gathering storm.
Note the urgent surge and swirl
of malevolent clouds burst across
a vile weathered moonlight leached
and loveless in the heart-heavy air
Beneath the twisted trees
braced and bolstered for the blast
in times of torture hide and tell no tales
of every day and always and never.
I am unsure if I am the malignant maker
of this tempest squatting in the skies
or a mere mute victim to be caught
tossed and borne aloft in the terror.
I will not vainly mine my memories
for meanings amidst the maelstrom
instead confine this torment tight and trapped
within the trash-can of tawdry dreams.
In a list
A contest entry
- Metaphorical Dark by InMyFlames.
700 points, ended November 11, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"a vile weathered moonlight leached
and loveless in the heart-heavy air"
this is.. in lack of better words awesome! i love it muchly great job.
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Thank you very much indeed.
Mike
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So rich with texture, scope, content and form, my Friend. Good luck in the contest, Scribe. 
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Thank you kindly my friend!
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Superb!
This was highly intelligent writing and the imagery was wonderful. Nothing is quite as poetic as a storm, and you conveyed this with skill and elegance.
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For the lovely compliment ... diolch yn fawr [thanks very much - Welsh]
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